Each * counts for one time that the guy (Jan) has stared at me or did "the stuff" while I write this chapter. Every / starts a new day.
     Each | counts for one time the other guy (Javier) has stared at me while I write this chapter. Every ¥ starts a new day.
BTW readers, I have one class with Jan and two classes with Javier. You'll see the difference.

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The bell rings, and Grayson meets me at French.

"Hey." He says, and gives me a smile.

"Hey." I reply, and we sit down next to Pearl and Ethan. Mr. Baguette enters the room and the class finally starts.

"Today, we will be going to the lab and practicing speaking the French we have learned so far." He says, with jazz hands, and lots of pizazz . Wait - does that mean the spelling exercise thing we did before? I can't live through THAT again... We all pack up, and silently head down the hallway to the computer lab, getting into random chairs.

"Hey guys!" Pearl and Ethan greet us, and we all sit in a square.

"Okay class. I will randomly be pairing you with your classmates, and you will practice introducing yourselves, spelling out your names, and telling them where you are from. No one is allowed to use the United States." He randomly starts pairing and I get.......... Oh no - SNIZ. (Yes, you guys, THAT Sniz) I really despise Sniz...... She loves to boss me around and make me seem like everything I do is wrong. Well too bad, because I KNOW what I'm doing. Then I take a deep breath, and begin.

"Bonjour. Je m'appelle Sapphire. Comment t'appelles tu?" I ask, hoping she won't start shrieking like she always does.

"Bonjour." Sniz says in a haughty voice. "Je m'appelle Sniz. Ça va?" She asks, glaring at me from across the room. You know....... The accent REALLY helps the look. I silently snicker to myself and decide on what to say.

"Ça va mal." I reply. To be fair, ANYONE working with Sniz won't be very good. No one can be happy working with Sniz. Next to me, Grayson starts snickering, and Sniz hears him.

    "Hey! You! What's so funny?" Sniz yells from across the room. RIP my headphones. Luckily I had already taken them off before she started the shrieking "contest." Guess who won..... Snizzzzzzzzz...... Such a surprise, huh?

     "Sniz be quiet!" Mr. Baguette yells, and she sits down glaring at both Grayson and I. We both start snickering then, and Pearl and Ethan join us. Soon the whole row is snickering. Next to Sniz, Roland (AKA Vilen in my other story - people who know me in real life, you know who this is) bursts out laughing and smacks Sniz in the arm. You know, when  you are laughing so hard you smack something. Sniz shrieks and jumps up from her chair.

     "Mr. Baguette! Mr. Baguette!" She yells, pulling on his jacket sleeve. "Roland just hit me!" She shrieks, jumping up and down. "Mr. Baguette DO something!" She yells in his ear, causing him to throw himself off his chair in anticipation to get away from her.

     "Sniz, go to the office. I can't stand this type of behavior anymore." He says, glaring at her.

     "B..b..but... Mr. Baguette! Roland hit me!" She stutters, glaring at Roland.

     "Maybe it was to get you to BE QUIET. Go!" Mr. Baguette shoos her away, and she stomps her way to the office. The door closes, and everyone bursts out laughing.

     "Man that was so funny." Ethan laughs, and we all nod our heads in agreement.

    "Does she always do that?" Grayson asks, clearly amused.

     "Yeah..... It usually happens a few times a day...." I say, and he starts laughing again.

     "Nice." The class then slowly resumes, and we are repaired. This time, I get paired with Grayson.

     "Finally someone good!" I sigh in relief, and we start.

     "Bonjour. Je m'appelle Grayson. Comment t'appelles tu?" He asks, saying in a "Klüb Ice" accent.

     "Bonjour. Je m'appelle Sapphire. Ça va?" I answer, also in the accent.

     "Ça va bien. Ça va?" He asks, looking at me in a sneaky way. (Ohhhh shneaky shneaky.... For something he smuggled over the border. - sorry guys I have tons of inside puns)

     "Ça va pas mal." I answer in a over-exaggerated bored voice. Mr. Baguette looks over at us and smiles, and we just shrug. He nods his head and we continue until the bell rings. Then Grayson and I head to Geometry together.

     "Good morning class! Today we will be learning all about The Congruency of Cones." Our teacher says, and Grayson and I look at each other in confusion.

     "Ummm... Ms. Shellfire, didn't we do that yesterday?" I ask, and Grayson nods.

"Oh my, I'm sorry, you're right. Today is The Congruency of Flags. We will be studying different types of flags and how they are congruent to one another. Please pass up your homework, and then we will begin." Grayson and I pass up our packets, and THE GUY (1) is staring at me again. His name is apparently Jackson. (In real life, Javier. And yes, I HAD to make his name be Jackson..... XD) So anyway, this Jackson guy just stares at me, and watches me talk to Grayson. He looks a little jealous..... Ooooooohhhhh..... Too bad, because I'm talking to Grayson.

     Ms. Shellfire begins the lesson, and now both guys are sneaking glances at me. Grayson I don't really mind, but Jackson is a little freaky. I just slightly shake my head, making my hair fall down on either some of my face, so they can't see me, and most importantly, I can't see them. Then I continue jotting down my notes.

     "Take the flag of Germany, for example. It has three stripes - red, yellow, and black. Now all we do is find the area, perimeter, and volume of each color. Then we multiply them together, because the color blue always has three sides, and then find X and Y so that we can put that into the equation: colors = red(brown) + 32 (black) x the square root of yellow, and then divide it all by 89 because 8 + 9 equals 27 and there are twenty seven colors on the flag. And you're done! Now tell me, what did you all get for your answers?" Quite surprisingly enough, no one raises their hand to share. Something tells me that this equation is a liiiiitle off point. Oh well. You can't beat a teacher at her own job.... By the time I am done with my notes, the bell rings. Jackson stares at me, then slowly leaves the room, looking back every few steps to see if I'm following him. Grayson waits for me as I pack up, and then we head to lunch together.

     A/N: BTW readers, I just discovered Jan (the guy in the story from my WOC class) is also in my lunch period. Goooo me...... :/ *sigh*

"Hey Pearl!" I say, and sit next to her. Wait something's wrong....... Tamora's not here! "Hey Pearl, where's Tamora?"

"Home sick. Apparently she has a fever." Ethan answers.

"Thanks, but I wasn't asking you." I tease, and Grayson starts laughing.

"Daaaang Ethan...." Grayson smiles, and we begin eating. Today I have brought..... ANOTHER SALAD! Next to me, Pearl also eats a salad, and then Grayson and Ethan smirk at each other. And take out salads.

"Yes we are the salad group!" Pearl exclaims, and we all laugh. Then we begin eating salads. A group of girls walk into the lunchroom, and then all faint at the sight of seeing Grayson and Ethan sitting in their own school. *sigh* I guess this must seem to happen a lot, because Ethan's just sitting there like nothing happened, and Grayson is trying to hold back a smile. Who knew they were so famous... We all continue eating our salads in silence, while the lunchroom supervisors quietly move the unconscious students into a nearby classroom. Gasps and shrieks start coming from that classroom, and everyone runs out screaming. Whoops.... I guess that classroom wasn't empty.... I munch on my salad, and Grayson and I stare at each other, not knowing what to say.

"So..... Uh..... Great weather today, huh?" I say, trying to make conversation so it won't be as awkward. Behind Grayson, Richard sneaks up.

"Heeeeyyyyyy." He stares at me, doing the eyebrow thing again. Oh gosh..... "And who is this-" he glares at Grayson, "-young man?"

"This is Grayson. Grayson, this is Richard." I put a slight groan into my voice, and Grayson catches on.

"Well it was nice meeting you, but I .. Uh.. Have to go take my .. Uh.. Test for French! And what do you know... Sapphire does too! Come on Sapphire, let's go take that test!" Grayson plays out, and we rush out of the cafe.

"Thank you SO much." I say, smiling. "He will just not leave me alone...."

"I got the hint you wanted to get away so...." He trails off.

"Yeah thanks. I really needed it." I reply, and we sit down in a hallway just off of the cafe, where Pearl and Ethan could find us, but not Richard. We sit there in silence for a few minutes before anyone says anything.

"So..... Anything new?" Grayson asks, trying to make conversation.

"Nah. You?" I ask, whacking his arm. "Those girls seemed surprised to see you."

"Yeah. They did. It's just.... It gets annoying after a while. Now it's hard to go ANYWHERE without anyone fainting or asking for pictures and autographs, you know?" He asks, and sighs.

"No, I don't know. I mean I do, but at the same time I do." I say with a smile, and Grayson cheers up a bit.
"So what are we doing today in Orchesis?" He asks, curious.

"Oh this you'll enjoy. Dancing!" I say, with flair. What? I like dancing!

"So that's why Ethan told me to bring my gym clothes...." He sighed. "I should have known...."

     "Well, that's what we're doing." I tell him, and we both smile. Pearl and Ethan run up to us, and put for. Few seconds before sitting down.

     "We had to run away from that Richard guy. He kept asking us where you went, and followed us around when we told him we didn't know. I think we finally lost him upstairs in the dance room, though." Ethan pants, and Pearl nods vigorously. We all are silent for. Few seconds, before bursting out laughing.

     "Man, he must really like you" Grayson says between fits of laughter.

     "Yeah, but he's so annoying...." I trail off. "Plus he's kinda creepy."

     "So are you saying that if I did that, I'd be annoying and creepy too?" Ethan asks, smirking.

     "Nah, you wouldn't be as bad." I reply, and start snickering. "Though it would be funny to see." Ethan quickly looks at Pearl for a second and looks a little uncomfortable, before resuming his "normal" look. Oooooh..... I wonder what that was about.... I shrug it off, because I'm not one to fantasize about romancey-things. The lunch bell rings, and Grayson and I head to our next class, while we part ways with Pearl and Ethan.

"Hello class! Today we will begin a new unit, and you all will have to pair up and create a presentation on your own specific unit. I will not be choosing partners for you, so be sure to choose your partner wisely." Our teacher explains, staring at Richard as she says it. Then she lets us all get up and choose who we want to work with. Richard turns to me, about to ask me to be his partner, when Grayson cuts in.

"Hey Sapphire, want to be partners?" He asks, making sure that Richard can't ask before him.

"Yeah, sure!" I reply. "Thanks Grayson..." I whisper, and flick my head towards Richard. Richard just sighs, and looks for someone else. Awwwww too bad. Even if he asked I still would have said no. Now at least he can't argue that I was being "rude" by saying no. After all, I was asked by Grayson first.......

"When you have a partner, come up and see me so I can write your names down and assign you both a topic." Mrs. Yachtfire announces, and Grayson and I head up.

    "Hi Mrs. Yachtfire!"

     "Hello!" She replies, and then assigns us a topic to cover. "You two can do...... Hmmmm.... The different views of society and how they relate to the ocean." We smile and nod, collect our packet for filling out notes, and head back to our seats. Then we begin brainstorming ideas and research topics.

     "How about pollution in the ocean and beaches?" I suggest, and Grayson nods.

     "We could explain on how people view the beaches and oceans, and how it impacts themselves, animals, and even the rest of the world!" He says, and we begin writing down some different views to look upon.

     "Let's see.... There's environmentalists, organizations, other countries, animals, and people that don't care what happens. How about I take environmentalists, countries, and animals, while you do organizations and the people that don't care?" I suggest, and Grayson agrees.

     "Or we both work on other countries, so it's evenly spread, but I do Asia, different kinds of islands, and Europe, while you do North America, South America, and Africa?" He asks, and I accept his offer. Just then, Richard returns to his seat, depressed that he could be with who he wanted, and was stuck working with Taylor, who obsessed over signs and her boyfriend, Ryan. (Yes, my lovely friends, I HAD to.) Now, as Grayson and I could overhear (she was pretty much yelling), Taylor also liked comparing Richard to her boyfriend, and was making a big deal about "how he should change his hair" and "why can't you act like Ryan?" and "OMG I was I had Ryan as my partner, because you don't look anything like him." She then proceeded to explain that if he was her partner, he'd have to buy her a water bottle with a math symbol on it, just like the one Ryan gave her.

      "Man, she sure is full of herself, huh?" Grayson whispers to me, and I smile and nod, trying to hold back a laugh. We just sit and watch Taylor rant to Richard before the class is almost over. Grayson and I pack up, and both pull out a book, and just as we start the first chapters, the bell rings.

     "Awwww man... And I got to such a good part, too...." We both sigh, and head to the next class.

In our Medical Terminology class we are taking notes.

     "Hey Sapphire!" Grayson whispers.

     "Yeah?" I whisper back, as we both take notes on The History Of The Yak and how it contributed to the medical contributions of the past.

     "If you had a pet Yak, what would you name it?" He asks, and I hold back a laugh.

     "Ummmm....." I think for a minute, still writing down notes. "Maybe.... Diamond?" Grayson nods.

     "I'd probably name mine Tornado." I nod, and we both smile, getting back to our notes. Seriously - the history of Yaks is SO interesting! Snickering every time a Yak is mentioned, I put hearts around it and write Diamond in cursive right next to it. I wonder if the teacher will notice that... Before I can brainstorm more ways to decorate my notes, the bell rings, and Grayson and I are on our way to our World History class.

     "Okay class, get out your pencils. Today is our vocab test...." Mr. Heartattack says, tired of waiting for the whole class to come in. Pearl, Ethan, Grayson, and I scramble for pencils, trying to find the sparkly ones that always leave sparkles over your hands, the desk, the papers, and pretty much anything within a three foot radius. Taking out our colors, I see Pearl chose a pink fading into purple, Ethan chose a light red fading into dark red, Grayson chose a light green fading into dark green, and I chose a greenish-blue fading to a sapphire blue. When seeing our "AMAZING" pencils, Mr. Heartattack sighs, and starts handing out the tests.

     "I am going to have so much fun cleaning those up..." He sighs again, and the test begins. Let's see..... Vocab, vocab, vocab..... Grayson. Wait - what? That's not vocab! I shake my head, clearing my thoughts, and go back to the test. Vocab, vocab, Gryason..... Ugh, I can't think! I can sense that he keeps sneaking glances at me, and..... Enough! Just go back to the test... Vocab, vocab, vocab, vocab, vocabbbbb... Grayson.... Ok, this is getting out of hand. I finish the test, and hand in my form. Taking my seat, I take out my iPad (school issued) and start writing on Wattpad. A few seconds later, Grayson finishes and gets up to hand in his test. As he passes me, I look up, and nod towards my iPad, tilting my head a little. Grayson gets the hint, and we both go on Skype.

"Hey!" He sends, adding a party emoticon, and lots of confetti.

"Hi," I send back, with an added, "I am so glad that's over." I look over at him, and he nods. Then he starts typing.

"Hey, since that annoying Nate guy is sitting right behind me, let's get as much glitter off our pencils as we can, and then 'accidentally' blow it on his test and everything around it, and then pretend we're reading, and we have no idea what happened." I snicker, and give him a thumbs up, and we begin rubbing our pencils, getting a ton of glitter off. Surprisingly, the pencils stay just as sparkly, only there are now piles of glitter beneath them. Next to us, Pearl and Ethan finish, check Skype, and begin creating just as equally big piles. While this is all going on, Mr. Heartattack sees what we are doing, and just smiles. I guess he doesn't like Nate just as much as we do.

     When we have about two handfuls of glitter each, we stop rubbing, and put our pencils away, and then we start handing over the glitter to Grayson. While we hand over the glitter, we leave some trails of color, as we cannot hold all the glitter at once. Then we brush the rest of the excess glitter off our desks, and Grayson gets ready to fire. When Nate finally finishes his test and walks up to hand in his paper, Grayson begins silently blowing the rainbow glitter across Nate's desk, chair, backpack, and the surrounding floor. By the time Nate turns around, Grayson has finished with the glitter, turned back around, is "reading" something on Wattpad, and any trace of glitter from any of our desks is gone.

     Walking back to his seat, he gawks at the sight of the glitter all over his desk, on the floor, on his chair, on his backpack, and even in his backpack. (When he is turned around, the four of us silently high five Grayson, congratulating him on a job well done. The class snickers, and Mr. Heartattack begins to laugh. The end-of-class bell rings (he took SO long to finish his test...), and we walk out, our last sight being Nate trying to shake the glitter off and out of his backpack, and complaining that it won't come out, and it its sticking to the backpack and it won't come off no matter what he does. On our way to Orchesis, the four of us burst out laughing, thinking of how "poor Nate" was covered in glitter for the rest of the day, along with the rest of his belongings.

When the four of us meet up at the dance room, we are all still snickering, probably thinking of the same thing - Nate's face when we saw the sparkles. I mean, seriously, if only I had taken a photo of it.... That would make a great keepsake. We enter the dance room and sit in our assigned rows, Grayson and Ethan being in the row right in front of us. Mrs. Danceathon enters the room, takes attendance, and we start with a warmup. When that is done, we are to choose partners and work with each other to complete some routines. As I am looking for a partner, Grayson comes up to me.

     "Hey Sapphire, you want to be partners?" He asks, and I smile.

     "Sure!" I reply, and we get started.

     "Let's see. Spin, jump, jump, turn, swing, turn, swing, jump, turn, (insert fancy dance terms because I don't remember how to spell them), turn, jump, swing, turn, swing, turn, jump, jump, and spin." Grayson reads out.

     "Okay, so now we have to incorporate that into a dance kind of thing?" I ask, and Grayson nods. "So let's begin." Next to us, Pearl and Ethan pair up, and get down to business. We get right down to work as well, and within twenty minutes, we have finished. Both Grayson and I are dying of laughter, because whenever one of us would mess up, the other one would also completely mess up, and then make it look like it was part of the dance, so the teacher would think we were practicing. Sadly, none of those moves will make the cut, so she'll never really see them in action.

     The time is up, and everyone goes to stand by the sides to watch other teams perform. I head to the side by the doors, and Grayson comes up next to me. In silence, we watch the other group perform. Pearl and Ethan do an exquisite performance, filled with grace, poise, and a hint of rebellion. Then, it's our turn. At that moment, I realize that I'm shaking a bit, probably getting a little nervous.

     "Hey, it's okay. You'll do fine." Grayson looks me in the eyes, with a slight look of worrying. Huh? Worrying? Why would Grayson be worried? I'm only a little nervous.... So why is he worried? Is he worried that I'm nervous or something? I brush off the thought, and get into my first position. The music begins, and we start.

When we are done performing, Pearl and Ethan (and the rest of the class) clap, and we do some bows. Then I sit down cross-legged, and Grayson joins me. Pearl moves over to sit on my other side, and Ethan sits next to Grayson. For the next few routines, Grayson and Ethan are quietly whispering to each other. Pearl and I just glance at them, and then turn to each other in confusion. I wonder what they're talking about... Pearl and I just focus on the routines, until the boys' whispering gets a little louder.

"But what if she says no?" Grayson asks, and Ethan half shushes him.

"She won't say no! Just ask her!" Ethan persists.

"In the middle of class?" Grayson inquires, and Ethan sighs. Their whispering gets quieter, and neither Pearl or I can hear anymore.

"Hey Pearl, what do you think they were talking about?" I whisper to Pearl, while Mrs. Danceathon isn't looking.

"I don't know... Maybe something they want to do later?" She replies, and I nod.

"Yeah, that's probably it..." I trail off, and we resume watching the routines.

Just as the last routine finishes, the bell rings.

"Hey, nice timing, Mrs. Danceathon!" I tell her, and she smiles.

"Thank you, Sapphire." Strangely enough, Grayson waits for me by the door.

"Hey, you waiting for something?" I half joke as we head to the locker rooms, getting the hint that he was waiting for me.

"Um....... Yeah.. Uh..." He trials off, looking a little nervous. "You see, I was wondering if, maybe, you wanted to go o-" he is cut off when Pearl rushes in.

"There you are, Sapphire! Come on!" She tugs me away from Grayson, dragging me along the hallway as she sprints.

"Uh.... Sorry Grayson! Bye!" I yell, as I am tugged away. When we reach the girls locker room, Pearl let's go of me, and shoves me through the door.

"Peaaaaarrrlllllllll..... You had to interrupt...." I sigh.

"Yeah, I did. But what were you guys talking about anyway? Grayson looked so nervous..." She asks.

"Umm.... I hate to be all "romancy" and stuff, but I think he was going to ask me out." I reply, and Pearl just stares at me. After a few awkward seconds, she talks.

"Oh........ Oops?" She has an innocent grin on her face, and I roll my eyes and laugh. We then change our clothes, and begin walking home.

Hey guys! I hope you have enjoyed this chapter! I am sorry I have taken so long to update, but most of my writing time is during school, so it always changes. Anyway, be sure to tell me which twin you like more - Ethan or Grayson? I'd love to hear from you guys, and I guess that's all I can say right now. So be sure to slap dat vote button and tell me what you think of the story so far! Here are some amazing people to follow and check out, as they are probably in this story:

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